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Consent as Torture

July 31st, 2012 · 4 Comments

Months before the event, GlitterGrrl wrote to me, “Are you coming? Want to play with me?”

“Of course!” I answered and we agreed to a Saturday night playdate. Nothing more was said at the time. It was understood that we had both just made the commitment that something would happen and that it would be on Saturday night at the event. We had played before. Maybe a half dozen times over the last five years or so. We probably would have played more if not for the geographical distance between us.

She showed up on Saturday and we sat together for the evening entertainment. Play would happen afterward. Our negotiation was quick and dirty. We agreed to rope bondage, spanking and sex, These were all activities that we had done together before. I felt confident that we would have a good time.

GlitterGrrl is really pretty. Not like fashion model pretty, but like the girl next door who has freckles and goes to Burning Man and always wears glitter kind of pretty. And she’s smart and powerful and she knows how to move through the world and get what she wants.

So, we went to the dungeon and found a spot to play. I picked one of the overhead beams and began to tie her. Often when I tie, I am really chatty, but the act of tying eventually calms me down and gets me into the right headspace for a scene And that is exactly how it was this time. We talked and caught up as the ropes went on. As the bondage progressed, I became quiet and she seemed to get in the right headspace as well.

She was in what would technically be called a partial suspension – off balance with one foot on the ground. She looked good. I nuzzled her and she smelled really good to me. So, I bit her. Not hard, just lightly and playfully. I could tell she liked it, so I bit her again. Her reactions were positive. So, I really went to town with the biting. I sunk my teeth into various parts of her body. I sucked, I licked, I blew and kept on biting. I could just tell she loved it.

And then I stopped. I backed away and looked at her. She was beautiful as she leaned into the rope. She would not have been able to stand without them. She looked at me with her big brown glazed eyes, hungry for more. “Oh my god, we never negotiated biting,” I told her.

“It’s okay. I really like it.”

“No, we can’t do biting.”

At first she was speechless. I could see the emotions roll over her. She went from confused to what the fuck. So I explained,“Well, we had negotiated bondage, spanking and sex. I don’t know what came over me. I just wanted to bite you and it felt so good and it felt so right, but then I realized that you never consented to biting.”

She got all agitated, “I consent! I consent! You can bite me!’

“Oh, no, you’re all high and not really thinking.”

“Yes, I am thinking. Yes, I do want it.”

“No. I don’t want to become a thread on some Fetlife discussion after the scene.”

“You won’t see it on Fetlife or anywhere. I will not regret it afterward. Really, I want you to bite me,” she pleaded.

This was really hot for me. I had discovered a new way to play with consent. I could torture someone with it.

I gleefully told her, “No,” and then I shoved my gloved fingers into her wet cunt.

Tags: BDSM · Scene Report

4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Casey // Jul 31, 2012 at 12:30 pm

    Ohhh, you ARE evil! *grin*

  • 2 YuppyDom // Aug 1, 2012 at 6:08 pm

    Totally awesome, Lolita. How delicious and inspiring!

  • 3 Curvaceous Dee // Aug 10, 2012 at 2:22 am

    *chuckle* Clever and wicked and I like it!

    xx Dee

  • 4 TheSinDoll // Aug 29, 2012 at 2:19 am

    Oh God – that was great!

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